hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
He hadn’t noticed the hand as it became outstretched, not with the way he’d tried to come to grips with everything that’s happened. If anything, the audible request has him finally pulling his gaze away from the hot springs to look up at Remi with stormy grey eyes. It’s reluctant, and he almost wants to snap about how the attuned bond should be good enough, but really – he knows hes in no position to make claims. “Okay.” He says quietly, shifting a touch to take Remi’s hand, opening himself up for whatever it was Remi sought.
There’s the panic and anxiety at the forefront – because Remi had killed him in the past, but deeper under the layers there’s such deep sorrow, frustration at himself for how everything had gone, the minute little ball of hope he’d had when Remi had asked him to test the Refuge on Dahlia because they were on talking terms, only to come out of it the way he had.
He keeps his hand in Remi’s as he closes his gaze, answering Deimos’ question alongside some boon of help to prove he isn’t trying to be an asshole. His free hand moves as he uses his magic to drain Ronin’s clothes of the water and shove it back into the hot springs. “I brought her to the Refuge to test out whether it worked on her and she cornered me when I started realizing it didn’t... She just… Kissed me and suddenly I felt stupid for being so.. so fucking afraid of her.” The memory brings the fear he’d felt, the sudden thought that maybe he’d die testing it out, when the Reaper had kissed him and the fear had vanished in favor for relaxation, like it wasn’t a big deal at all.
“I don’t know how normal I can be to them, Ronin. I don’t..” His jaw works and he stubbornly shuts his eyes tight. “Even if she doesn’t know, I don’t want to be in a position she can touch me again… If that’s.. alright.” Once again he’s not in a position to make requests, but his storm cloud gaze opens, staring blankly at the stone floor, when a sudden panic grips his chest in an iron fist and he snaps his attention to Deimos. “Hotaru, she’s… She might also be infected.” Dahlia had said something about them both being a boon, hadn’t she? "I can-- I can find out." He doesn't know how, yet, but maybe if he just asked her she'd tell him?
He obviously doesn't know he's a walking infection ring right now, but he'll soon learn.
There’s the panic and anxiety at the forefront – because Remi had killed him in the past, but deeper under the layers there’s such deep sorrow, frustration at himself for how everything had gone, the minute little ball of hope he’d had when Remi had asked him to test the Refuge on Dahlia because they were on talking terms, only to come out of it the way he had.
He keeps his hand in Remi’s as he closes his gaze, answering Deimos’ question alongside some boon of help to prove he isn’t trying to be an asshole. His free hand moves as he uses his magic to drain Ronin’s clothes of the water and shove it back into the hot springs. “I brought her to the Refuge to test out whether it worked on her and she cornered me when I started realizing it didn’t... She just… Kissed me and suddenly I felt stupid for being so.. so fucking afraid of her.” The memory brings the fear he’d felt, the sudden thought that maybe he’d die testing it out, when the Reaper had kissed him and the fear had vanished in favor for relaxation, like it wasn’t a big deal at all.
“I don’t know how normal I can be to them, Ronin. I don’t..” His jaw works and he stubbornly shuts his eyes tight. “Even if she doesn’t know, I don’t want to be in a position she can touch me again… If that’s.. alright.” Once again he’s not in a position to make requests, but his storm cloud gaze opens, staring blankly at the stone floor, when a sudden panic grips his chest in an iron fist and he snaps his attention to Deimos. “Hotaru, she’s… She might also be infected.” Dahlia had said something about them both being a boon, hadn’t she? "I can-- I can find out." He doesn't know how, yet, but maybe if he just asked her she'd tell him?
He obviously doesn't know he's a walking infection ring right now, but he'll soon learn.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
totally sniped from odd ilu
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
